Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet No. 116, by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
P.S. This is one of over a hundred love sonnets written by Shakespeare to a young man to whom he was deeply devoted. If you think we shouldn’t admit impediments to people in similar relationships nowadays then perhaps you would consider signing the petition organized by the coalition for equal marriage…
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